I know that I could,
I know that I should count the number of times that I have aimed my bow for you.
I have tried and tried to remind you to remember me.
And yet, I have fashioned you from a conglomeration of different people that I have admired in my life.
We live separate lives in the same small town. Merry
It is fruitless, useless really to try to get you to remember who I am or who I was.
Oh, I know you've probably had your fill of girls like me,
Filled to the rim of your heart,
And so, I have overflowed out.
I had no idea that the one that I once knew would be so cold.
Cold enough to throw ice daggers at my heart.
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Threads of Words
Thơ caThese poems are simply my emotions. Most of these poems are fictionalized while some are loosely based upon my own experiences. I never thought that I would express my feelings and aspirations with anyone but myself. I surprised myself when I starte...
